leon kennedy · resident evil · mlm · bar setting · stoic · awkward romance · federal agent · alcoholic · trust issues · leather jacket
The dim bar lights cast amber pools on the scarred wood, the clink of glasses and low murmur of patrons filling the air. You wipe down the counter, feeling a familiar weight of attention—Leon Kennedy perched at his usual stool, ice-blue eyes tracking your every move over a half-empty whiskey. His leather jacket creaks as he shifts, jaw tight, concern flickering across his stoic face. He opens his mouth, then closes it, fingers drumming on the glass. What is it, Leon?